"To Go"

  The night was cold in the middle of summer. The man traveled forward in a fit of rage. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he charged toward his destination. He needed to hurry before the restaurant closed. He'd ordered food through their app and had forgotten about it until he went to swipe closed all his open apps. 
Unfortunately for him, he hadn't left for the food until it was almost time for them to close. He didn't care if the food was fresh or if it had been sitting out for hours, he paid for the food, he might as well retrieve it. As he reached closer to the door, he realized how hungry he truly was.
He was daydreaming about the burgers dripping with grease and barbeque sauce. He imagined the grilled onions dripping down his hands as he continued taking bite after bite. He wanted and desperately needed a bite of his juicy burger.
That's when it hit it, he didn't remember what he ordered. There was no way to check back on the app to see what it was. Was he hungry for a snack earlier? Perhaps he only ordered a French fry. He knew they went pretty bad not too long after they were cooked. He imagined taking a bite of the stale, cold fry and shuddering in misery. He didn't wish to suffer from wasting money. He knew after a single bite, he would throw out the one thing he spent his hard earned money on.
Then, he might have ordered ice cream. He knew how desperately he wanted to try the cookie dough shake they'd started serving not too long ago. But since he was arriving so late, he knew without a doubt that the ice cream would be melted. Though this saddened his heart, he knew that he wouldn't mind drinking the melted ice cream. He knew it would only be easier to get to the chewy cookie dough pieces.
It had taken so long, but at long last he had finally reached the doors to the restaurant. At long last, the mystery of what he ordered hours ago would finally be revealed to him. He approached the counter. There was nobody there.
"Hello?" he shouted in desperation. He needed his food now more than fish needed water to breathe.
He looked all around but was unable to find a soul looming around the fast food joint. He took a glace over the counter to find that there was someone cowering behind it, in tears. She looked up to him with a finger to her lips. What was going on here? Was someone trying to rob the place? Did him coming in scare the robber away?
He turned around to find that a man dressed in all black was towering over him. With a swift slash to the man's stomach, he was down, falling powerless before the robber.
The man looked down as he could hear his own stomach growling. He looked up to find that the robber was also looking down at him in confusion.
"Oh, look at this pathetic human," the robber laughed. "Rushing to the restaurant because he was too lazy to cook for himself."
"No," the man persisted. "I came he to get the food I forgot I bought hours ago."
The man rolled his eyes. There was no way he was going to believe that. Nobody would forget food they'd spent hard earned money on. But the man had a twisted idea. He walked back to the kitchen and grabbed whatever he could find that had already been cooked.
A few moments later, he came back with a handful of food. He grabbed his blade and cut open the stomach of the man on the floor. He then stuffed the food into the man's stomach with all the food he could. After all, he didn't want the man to die on an empty stomach.